I’ve “pitted out” many a shirt, dress, and jacket over the years because of it, but the creases of my inner thighs are particularly productive this time of year. My stress and activity levels, naturally, have an impact.
#LUME WIPES PLUS#
Given I’m a plus size woman with anxiety, and it’s the middle of summer, sweat is an ongoing thing. Onto the cream - this was the product I was most anticipating. I did NOT use it on my body except to sample the smell on the back of my wrist, just like you might do with a perfume in the store. It didn’t really smell like that, I told myself, and I vowed to smell it again another day. I put the lid back on and chalked it up to my mind playing tricks on me. But the sour soon gave way to a more familiar smell, a sour milk smell that immediately took my mind back to the wine bar and that damn Trappist cheese. When I opened the deodorant, it smelled overly sour, more than I would expect from a lime scent. I love them and may purchase them in the future, but I’m equally happy to stay the course with my usual body wipes. Not at all unpleasant, cool and clean, just not what I imagined. While the scent promised cool cotton, I found it smelled more like the cucumber melon days of the early 2000s. I was so excited to smell them! The first item I opened were the wipes. The price made me a bit anxious, only because I’m accustomed to buying deodorant and body care products from the drug store or grocery store. The items arrived in a timely manner, about two weeks from the time I placed the order, so that was a positive start. It’s summertime and my mom mentioned it in conversation a while back, so I decided to try it and share the results with her before both of us made the investment.Ĭontext: I placed an order for Lumē and got three products - their stick deodorant (lime scent), their topical cream (unscented), and their body wipes (cool cotton scent). But recently, after a couple years of hearing about it, I decided to try a product that promised odor control for all body parts. Because of that, it’s not often I find myself swayed by advertisements, especially commercials. As a former marketing professional, I am intimately familiar with tactics and practices to influence consumer behavior. I’ve never really been big into brands or trends. It was a new, young cheese, and if I close my eyes right now I can still smell it on the doctor’s breath as he ordered another glass of Chardonnay. Enough of my friends are moms that I’ve encountered that smell before. To me, it tasted like curdled baby formula smells. This particular cheese came from the Abbey of Gethsemani in Trappist, Kentucky, a monastery for Roman Catholic monks who produce a handful of value-added products to this day, though they no longer sell the cheese. Nearly without exception, he and his wife would request a double order of this specific cheese. Four servings with crackers, artisan breads, and fruit. They loved oaky Chardonnay and almost always got at least one large cheese plate. Most of the time he’d come in with his wife, a gorgeous septuagenarian with a thick French accent.
He has since passed away, but I’ll always regard him as a bit of a surrogate grandfather. One of my all-time favorite customers was a doctor and leader in the local health sector. My sense of smell isn’t as keen as some, but it is so hard-wired to my memory that some smells will cause actual flashbacks, near out-of-body experiences where, in a matter of seconds, I’m mentally transported back to a distinct moment in time, an environment or singular event, and it evokes a physical response similar to PTSD. The one cheese I couldn’t stomach was from a monastery outside Bardstown.Įvery time a customer ordered it I cringed. The darkest crystalline blues from Denmark and all degrees of funk in between. Truth be told, however, I’ve only ever encountered one cheese I didn’t like, and I’ve sampled the likes of Limburger without flinching. I’m what’s called a turophile - a cheese lover from way back. That included assembling sandwiches, salmon plates, and cheese trays. My job was customer service when we had customers and often I defaulted to kitchen witch and inventory manager when duty called. In addition to selling wines from all over the world, we had the largest selection of small batch bourbons around.
In my early 20s I worked at a wine and spirits market that sold a wide variety of goods from local farmers and producers throughout Kentucky. TL/DR: it’s a no-go for me, but it may work for you if you can get past the smell of the product
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